Wife Is Too Domineering: Secret Agent's Mad Wife

Chapter 150 Is this guy deliberately releasing water? !
Murong Lin's dark brown eyes were as usual, lazy as a cat.

Judging by his expression, he doesn't seem to care about the game at all!
At this time, the opponent made a mistake, and it was Murong Lin's turn to play.

Blinking at Mo Chou, Murong Lin turned around and stood up, picking up his black cue.

Walking slowly to the edge of the table, he glanced lightly at the ball on the table.

Bend over, set up the pole, shoot out the pole...

It's still the kind of look without looking, it seems that there is no way of thinking at all.

clap clap clap!
Accompanied by the crisp sound of hitting the balls, the billiard balls fell into the bag one after another.

The bright lights of the arena cast a faint blue halo on his black hair.

When playing, Murong Lin's face will rarely flash a solemn look.

The delicate contours of the facial features become more profound and charming.

Looking from Mo Chou's direction, you can see more of his profile.

Even Mo Chou couldn't help sighing in her heart with that comfortable figure and the posture of the stick.

Once he held the club, this guy seemed to have a halo around him.

Natural pool player?
perhaps!

Accompanied by the sound of the billiard ball falling into the bag, the atmosphere in the entire competition field became more and more tense.

If Murong Lin wins this round, then the two will enter an eight-to-eight tie situation, and the next round will become the key of the key.

With a long stick to set the ball, Murong Lin hit the ball cleanly and pocketed it.

The audience applauded and cheered.

Murong Lin still had that lazy expression, but turned his face sideways and winked lightly at Mo Chou who was in the audience.

At that moment, Mo Chou suddenly had a feeling.

This guy was probably releasing water before!

No, not very likely, definitely!
Squinting her eyes slightly, Mo Chou carefully watched Murong Lin's charming side face.

Suddenly, she found that she didn't know this man as well as she thought.

Subconsciously, her fingers touched the gun on her lap through the hem of her skirt, and Mo Chou seemed to have caught something in her heart.

However, the cheers on the field soon disturbed her mood.

"...The winner this time is Mr. Murong Lin..."

Amidst the sound of the commentary, the audience erupted.

(End of this chapter)